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Cady has worked hard to have a good life. She has a thriving luxury event-planning business, the man she’s loved since she was seventeen, and a social calendar she can barely keep up with. She also has Dana, her identical twin, her beyond best friend, her most trusted confidante. When Cady gets a call that Dana has been in a serious accident and arrives moments too late to say goodbye, her world falls apart.
But to Cady’s family’s growing concern and confusion, it’s not Dana’s death that consumes her. It’s Morgan, a grieving mother Cady encountered in the hospital waiting room, the day her sister died. It can’t be a coincidence, that they both experienced tragedy at the same moment, in the same place—Cady doesn't believe in coincidences. Instead, she is convinced that she must help this stranger overcome her tragedy, in order to come to terms with her own.
Or...is there more to it? Is it possible that Cady wants something else from Morgan? Something she can’t even admit to herself?
Slyly twisted and deeply provocative, Good Intentions captures the moral ambiguity that can arise in the face of impossible choices. Like the aftermath of a car accident—and against your better judgment—you won't be able to look away.
How often do we wonder what goes on behind the closed doors of other people’s lives? How many of us are quiet people-watchers, filling in the blanks with our own assumptions? In Good Intentions, an exquisite debut novel by Marisa Walz, those curiosities take a dark turn as Cady detonates her own life after developing an obsession with another woman, Morgan.
Cady and Morgan meet under devastating circumstances. Both are seated in an emergency department, waiting while medical staff fight to save their loved ones. Cady loses her twin sister, Dana; Morgan loses her twelve-year-old son, Christopher. The shared trauma forges an unspoken bond between them, yet it seems inevitable that their connection stops there.
A lifelong writer and an alum of The Writers' Loft in Chicago, Marisa's authorly aspirations started at the age of seven with her painstakingly detailed childhood diaries and some horrible poetry. In her teen years, off the avocado-green Acer in her parents' basement, she ran e-zines that regurgitated the fashion, beauty, and lifestyle advice she read about in Cosmo and Seventeen. She finally got her first paid writing gig in college as an opinion columnist and reporter for the campus newspaper, where she may or may not have fabricated a couple man-on-the-street quotes.
These days, Marisa sneaks her writing in before her two young children wake up and after they go to bed. She lives in the Chicago suburbs with her husband, kids, and a labradoodle that throws balls to itself and eats whole entire socks.
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